It's a fuh-haaaaake!

I, too, wish to offer my condolences.

No, "chips" is police.

I… can't unsee it! My eyes! MY EYES!

I… can't unsee it! My eyes! MY EYES!

As it seems she always has done.

I would! I would!

Based her on Ayn Rand, no doubt—Aunt May was hollowed out by hatred and speed.

ASS!

Who was the Invisible Man again?

I wanted to make this joke! Perhaps I can swipe it…

I'm onto you! You got ridiculous and ate up all my crackers and my licorice!

And argue with chairs—Russian chairs!

I like football but I don't?

Kryptonian tech could so revolutionize earth that it SHOULD be valued in the trillions.

I feel vindicated—I've long maintained he sucked.

As a TOS Trekkie since 1979 and a Whovian since 1983 (lapsed from 1985-2005), I can only shake my head, raise my spork and say, "Have you no sense of fun?"

You do. You really do.

"How are ya! Didn't mean to SNAKE up on you. BOOM!" Wait, what is "subtil"?

Heh. He's too busy ruttin' on your Mayella.